The White Pumpkin This is the story Of a pumpkin of white What is its place on this autumn night? Amidst all the orange and colors of fall It seems out of place; not belonging at all But oh what a place, and oh what a story You see, in its face lies the image of glory
Of babies so small, so incredibly tiny Perfect in purpose, their souls shining brightly No less a baby, a child just the same As one who was held and called by their name Was my baby a he? Or was she a she? What would my child have grown up to be? Yet bigger than questions and what ifs and whys Is the comfort they feel when they look to the skies For their hope is the truth that they so tightly cling “I’ll know all the answers, understand everything on the day that God hands my child back to me”
This pumpkin is sweet baby boys and girls Who never opened their eyes to this world Never cried, never feared Protected from pain Touched by their innocence We’re never the same Lives perfect and pure All things lovely and sweet And we honor them here ‘Till heaven we meet
This pumpkin is all of the sweet little ones Whose lives although short were covered in love In kisses and snuggles, rocking and playing Their parents not knowing they wouldn’t be staying But the time that they had they would never trade Even if they could be saved from the pain Their cribs may be empty, but the promise remains One day they’ll hold their babies again
This pumpkin is for all these sweet angel friends Whose parents all know this isn’t the end And how they are doing Tonight up in heaven Is better than anything we could imagine Though we’re missing our children And we’re still on this side Our hearts will continue to swell with pride At the special, the wondrous, the out of place things Like this white pumpkin, and the joy that it brings A reminder that our children are more than alive They are perfectly whole, all things are made right
Angel parents, I know there’s still tears to be shed But I hope that this pumpkin brings peace instead Our babies are promised forever in heaven And that’s the best gift we could ever be given
You worry that your loved one will not be there to greet you when you pass. They have gone before you, and what if they enter into another body for another life experience before you arrive? Set such fears aside, dear ones. You will see them again. They have never left your side at the level of Consciousness. You may call it what you want, this force that animates all that is. One need not have a body to exist. Your loved ones exist as the beautiful souls you came to know and love. Spirit can be changed, but never destroyed. Yes, it is the Law. Spirit is not limited to one body at a time. One story at a time. Life is eternal as Spirit arises in limitless forms, in limitless ways. Do not limit your perception of how your loved ones exist after the body returns to dust. What love has brought together, let no human thoughts limit. You are so very loved. Suzanne Geismann
You came naked, You will go naked. You arrived weak, You will leave weak. You came without money and things, You will leave even without money and things. Your first bath? Someone washed you, Your last bath? Someone will wash you.
This is life!!!
So why so much malice, so much envy, so much hate, so much resentment and so much selfishness?
BE KIND to everyone and do good deeds.
We have limited time on Earth don’t waste it in uselessness.
That night, Sue quarreled with her mother, then stormed out of the house. While enroute, she remembered that she did not have any money in her pocket, she did not even have enough coins to make a phone call home.
At the same time, she went through a noodle shop, picking up sweet fragrance, she suddenly felt very hungry. She wished for a bowl of noodles, but she had no money!
The seller saw her standing wheat faltered before the counter and asked:
– Hey little girl, you want to eat a bowl?
– But … but I do not carry money … she shyly replied.
– Okay, I’ll treat you – the seller said – come in, I will cook you a bowl.
A few minutes later the owner brought her a steaming bowl of noodles. Ate some pieces, Sue cried.
– What is it? – He asked.
– Nothing. I am just touched by your kindness! – Sue said as she wiped her tears.
– Even a stranger on the street gives me a bowl of noodles, and my mother, after aquarrel, chased me out of the house. She iscruel!!
The seller sighed:
– Girl, why did you think so? Think again. I only gave you a bowl of noodles and you felt that way. Your mother had raised you since you were little, why were you not grateful and disobeyed your mom?
Sue was really surprised after hearing that.
“Why did I not think of that? A bowl of noodles from a stranger made me feel indebted, and my mother has raised me since I was little and I have never felt so, even a little.”
On the way home, Sue thought in her head what she would say to her mother when she arrives home: “Mom, I’m sorry. I know it is my fault, please forgive me … ”
Once up the steps, Sue saw her mother worried and tired of looking for her everywhere. Upon seeing Sue, her mother gently said: “Sue, come inside honey. You are probably very hungry? I cooked rice and prepared the meal already, come eat while it is still hot …”
Can not control any longer, Sue cried in her mom’s hands.
In life, we sometimes easy to appreciate the small actions of some people around us, but for the relatives, especially parents, we see their sacrifices as a matter of natural …
Parental love and concern are the most precious gifts we have been given since birth.
Parents do not expect us to pay back for nurturing us …… but have we ever appreciated or treasure the unconditional sacrifice of our parents? Vietnamese story
Have a Amazing Day! Angels Blessings and Love.....
